night river rowing
the canoe turning into
an open coffin
long winding dirt road
I walk her out
of my heart
the flow of time
I’m staring into
the still of rain
my bladder
woke me up three times
that autumn moon
night river rowing
the canoe turning into
an open coffin
long winding dirt road
I walk her out
of my heart
the flow of time
I’m staring into
the still of rain
my bladder
woke me up three times
that autumn moon